The sun is shining. Not a single fucking cloud in sight. It burns the skin and freckles multiply, this weather of ours. And everyone is happy. Including me. I don't know why it does this to our souls. When there's so much to be sad for, so much to cause despair, the light, burning to bright it hurts, can make it all seem so far away. You realize there's pain, you realize you should by most standards be sad.... and yet you bounce to and fro like there's nothing wrong. However this grand weather that makes us all so bouncy starts the new self concious time of springhating... or self hating I should say. The girls like Poptart begin to show their breast more than normal and fake lotion tans turn to parlor tans. Weight's dropped like it never existed (most likely not in healthy ways either). And the guys... *rolls eyes* the guys get all googly at the legs and bare skin that practically HAS to be shown because it's so freakin hot. The whole equation equals self hatred among the non-sults of the world, or the people who think there's more to the world than get that look from any random guy. (and you know what look i refer to) So people who aren't all gorgeous in a sluty way feel all UGLY when really they aren't and just a few weeks ago they were all okay with themselves. So yay for the happiness that has to be spelled HAPPYNESS cause it's so grand. but poo on ugliness and it's uglY spelling.